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The Window of Longing

"A sensual encounter takes a haunting turn, leaving a man questioning reality and desire."

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Author's Notes

"This is my first poetic attempt towards publishing erotica and I straight away went for horror. Please be kind."

She looked from her window,
and beautifully smiled.

But even from across the streets,
I could sense sadness in her eyes.

After a few days, I asked her through my window,
“Should I come over?
Or just stand here all the time
and let this tension between us go?”

She turned her back towards me,
and I was disappointed.

But then she slipped off her blouse,
and it got me damn excited.

She looked over her shoulder
and signed me to come over.

With all the excitement,
I shut my house door
and ran as fast as I could,
hiding my boner.

The door was open,
so I rushed upstairs.

And there I saw
the most beautiful girl,
lying in her red laced panties,
smiling at me from her bed.

The excitement in my pants
was no longer hidden.

I think I was awestruck,
looking at her perfect breasts.

So perky, so perfect,
with little hard nipples
that beautifully on them rest.

The next breath I took,
it happened all so fast.

I was pulled like gravity
towards her
and didn’t realize
when my clothes were off.

She pressed her lips
softly against mine,
as her hand slid down.

It found my length,
and also the pre-cum
on my crown.

She gently rubbed it at the tip,
and oh, what a feeling it was!
I simply lay there with pounding heart,
as there was nothing at loss.

She winked at me
and kissed the tip of my crown,
and then, within a flash,
she gulped the whole thing down.

I was shocked, surprised,
and all sorts of exciting, erotic adjectives
as I couldn’t think straight,
because I didn’t expect to go down
the banana straight.

As she moved her mouth
up and down my shaft,
slowly and steadily teasing,
she kept edging me off.

Finally, she looked above,
while still sucking like a lollipop.

It looked as if it was
the last dick she was sucking off.

She increased her pace slowly,
and my eyes rolled
in a minute or two.

And then my soul
left my body,
as I lay on the bed
while she was on her twos.

As my heartbeat slowed,
I took a deep breath
and opened my eyes.

To my surprise,
I found the whole bed rusty and broken,
and the girl fully clothed,
in the chair beside.

Her eyes were sad
when she looked at me and smiled.

And then she said to me,
she was glad she had me,
as she couldn’t have anyone
when she was still alive.

Hearing her words,
I shivered from head to toe.

My whole body went pale,
and my eyes widened,
as if I had seen a ghost.

Now I remembered
how strangely I was stripped off,
and how fast she got dressed.

After all,
it wasn’t just my imagination,
but a ghost
who gave me head.

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Written by pleasantabyss18
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